January 1st, 2006

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Well, 2006 is starting strangely

1) Becky's pager went off at Midnight. Her Docform PRinter is set to page her when it has "issues." I suppose it is a useful advance in technology that it can call the computer equivalent of 911 and report its own issues. So Becky ended up working on year change over issues both last night from 12:30 (after we got home from Nookery party, which was fun) until 2 a.m. (damn program thought the license expired. I HATE DRM). Then a new issue kicked in this morning for another 2.5 hours of work. Happily, this is all on over time and holiday differential. While these were actually appropriate Becky emergencies, I believe very firmly in charging 'em through the nose for it. Makes them appreciate Becky and not abuse the privilege of Beckyiness.

2) Opus accurately quotes Kohelet today. In the Hebrew version, however, the relevant quote is at 5:14, not 5:15. Haven't checked King James to see if the citation given is correct for KJ.

3) Aaron still beautiful. OTOH, he is now eating his tuna fish with his fingers.

4) Quantum still being a love slut.

5) Oven still unexploded.

6) ADD meds not kicking in. Not sure why. Think I let the levels get too low over shabbos. Ahh, there we go. Soundtrack finally turned off.
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Why can't parents act like grown ups

So we took Aaron to Port Discovery, the Baltimore Children's Museum. There was an Israel Day there today. Fairly lame, but Aaron likes Port Discovery, which is essentially a large indoor playground with an educational theme. We let Aaron run around very loosely supervised, since it is essentially a three story atrium with a climbing structure in the middle.

One of the things on the side is a small indoor soccer field. As we were getting ready to leave, Aaron asked for a few minutes to play soccer, so I said o.k.
After a few minutes, I saw that there was a father of an approximately same age boy as Aaron on the field, stealing the ball from other kids (particularly Aaron, who is aggressive about getting it) and passing it to his son so his son.

To say this annoyed me is to understate matters. So I went on to the field and used my considerable bulk and vestigial soccer skills to block this annoying father in a corner, steal the ball from him, and pass it to Aaron.

Apparently, this had the necessary effect as Annoying Dad was content to cheer from the sideline for the few minutes we remained before I told Aaron it was time to go.

This sort of thing really infruiates me. I'm all for helping your kid and so forth, but not at the expense of other children. And, bluntly, you do not mess with my kid while I am around. I have a very low threshold for that and I am not shy about corrective action.

While I suppose I am glad it ended peaceably, I was quite sorry I did not get a chance to wipe the floor with Annoying Dad. Indeed, I suspect I was more upset about it than Aaron was.